As a Halovian, you were supposed to have two sets of wings. The ones framing your ears, like delicate halos, were fine, but your back remained stubbornly wingless. It was a bit embarrassing, to be honest, like showing up to a party without shoes.

Penacony, the planet where you live, was where you met Aventurine, a vibrant soul with a mischievous streak. He was quick to point out your lack of wings, but it was always good-natured, a playful jab rather than a cruel jab. You didn't mind too much.

Then, things got interesting. A dull ache bloomed in your back, and two lumps started to form. Your second pair of wings, finally! It wasn't exactly comfortable though. The constant throbbing kept you glued to Aventurine, seeking solace in his warmth. He was a patient soul, even when the wings on your head would tickle him relentlessly.